detox (detox) wrote in xemplifylogs, @ 2008-09-10 15:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | detox, orphan, ยง xaviers |
Week One: Friday
Who: Rayne Blackmour & Guy Smith
NPCs: Cameo by Professor X
When: Week One: Friday; Afternoon.
Where: Xavier's: The Laboratories.
What: Guy comes home and runs into Rayne. There's a little conflict, but it gets settled between them.
Rating: PG.
Notes: We just got a Beast player, but this was originally assumed to be Hank's own private lab before said person apped. Uhm... Hi -waves at Beast's player- Do we need to talk?
Guy had only returned the previous day, from his two year long training expedition to Japan. Well, it wasn't an expedition per se, but it was a valuable learning experience that he learned many things from like how to control pain to a certain level, without drugs. However, truth be told, he was glad to have the option of drugs. He looked around the updated hallways with curiosity. He'd only been gone for two years, which did put him behind in school. The nineteen year old was a senior in High School. He reached the elevator, and walked in, and without hesitating he pulled out a few keycards that Professor Xavier had given him to get around school with. The securities had all changed from manual locks to electric locks. He looked at the swipe panel and swiped his card, and down he went in the elevator to the Med-wing which housed Professor Henry McCoy's laboratory and his own special medicines, which were kept in the locked cabinet which housed other serious controlled substances. All of his lab assistants had been warned about the contents of the locked cabinet, and that nobody in any circumstance was to go in, without his supervision. Granted when he said this, Guy was in Japan, so really the statement was true at the time, but held no water now. He strolled down the hallway and swiped his card again to gain access to the outer lab. He looked through one of the small windows to see a fairly young girl with gray-colored hair moving about. The gray-haired girl, Rayne, was moving about in the lab, gloves on as she handled all the things that she was putting away - plates, racks, bottles. These were all things that kids used upstairs in the science labs, but these were also things that Doc McCoy had to use in his own laboratory. He had only a handful of students who were allowed to work with his private stock and in his private laboratory, but Rayne was one of them. She had been hand-picked by Charles Xavier because of her skills in science and her polite nature. The man probably thought she would be able to help keep Beast's things together and in some kind of order, but that was yet to be seen because the Doc liked his things in the places that he wanted to put them. The two of them were still somewhat at odds about organization, but she kept everything as he wanted it and went on from there. She'd been in the school for a little over two years, almost three really, but she had never met Guy Smith. This was probably because the first year she was here, the young woman did not socialize as she should. She stuck to herself and desperately tried to reconnect with her family. She even went back home for a few months after she had arrived to see if things could be worked out, but that didn't happen. She came from a small Southern community who really did not look kindly on mutants. Old hatreds, new people to hate. Rayne picked up a couple of empty boxes and headed toward the back of the lab, toward the stock rooms, and didn't even notice the young man who was making his way inside. She did hear the door though and called out as she opened the stock room door, "You guys know you're not supposed to be breaking the locks on the doors down here." She had an accent, but it was nowhere near as thick as, say, Rogue's. Just a hint of one to let you know where she hailed from, "I'm gonna tell Doc and then he'll tell Mr. Xavier and then ya'll get me all in trouble so you might as well go back upstairs." Some of the genius level kids thought it was fun to try to sneak into Hank's lab and read his notes when he wasn't there, which he wasn't today. He smiled momentarily as she warned off any child sized intruders. Lucky for her, he had his inducer on him, thanks to Charles anyway. If it were up to him, he wouldn't use it at all, but he was required to use it at night, so as not to scare the students, as he had done previously. He couldn't help it if aliens had antennae too!!! He pushed past some boxes and sets of god only knew what as he made his way to the locked door that led to the lab she was in. He swiped his white card through the slot, and the door opened, mechanically. He could hear the locks clinking after the door had opened. He was in a little bit of pain, so he wasn't going to be too friendly to anyone. He had a lot of things to do, and socializing with strangers was not on his list. He nodded, as least polite as he could and still get away with being polite, as he made his way to the "restricted" cabinet and looked at it for a few moments, and noticed that the locking mechanism had a gold dot on it. Guy pulled out the ring of cards and swiped the gold one through the card reader and a faint hissing sound could be heard as the cabinet opened a little. He felt the frigid cold hair hit him dead on. It wasn't comfortable at all, and although it wasn't painful really, it was irksome, and uncomfortable. He put his hand on the handle and began to open the cabinet. Rayne put some things away and walked back out of the stock room with a bit of a frown on her face. The kids weren't supposed to be in here and they knew that, but her warning hadn't gotten through to whomever it was. They had pushed on and, as she looked up, she realized they were digging into the restricted cabinet. This was the place where all the narcotic medications were stored as well as a few other things that the Doc or Jean were working on. "HEY!" The young woman shouted and tried to decide what to do, "Get out of there!" She was hesitant to use her fogging ability as at least once before that set off the smoke alarms and sent the entire mansion to evacuating. Granted, the Professor said he had the Doc update the systems to recognize her particular kind of smoke, but she didn't want to take any chances so, instead she rushed over and pressed on the door so it couldn't be opened any further. "Just what do you think you're doing?!" She didn't know why she was expecting an answer from someone that she clearly did not know, but it was worth a shot really. He stopped when she said "hey" and he looked at her. A quick roll of his eyes were made as he opened it a little more, but barely enough to get a hand inside. "I have no intention of doing so." He said calmly as the door opened more. He looked incredibly aggravated. More like furious. He didn't like her...at all. "I'm being kept from my medication...that's what I am doing." He said as he looked at her. "What I am supposed to be doing is getting my meds from this cabinet, to take to my room." He said, still trying to be nice although he was clearly aggravated. "So please. Cease and desist all counterproductive activities immediately." He said as he started to place a hand on hers, but then stopped. He sighed. "If you don't let go...so help me..." "You'll do what?" When Ray was aggravated, her accent came out more and she sounded even more like the little hick girl she was. She wasn't afraid some overgrown kid who thought it was fun to break into things with some sob story about medication even though she had never heard of anyone having their own stock of meds in this cold storage. "Where did you get those keys?" The young woman did not budge as she watched the intruder slowly. "I can't let ya have anythin' from here without an okay from the Doc and he's not here, so get back." The young woman pressed on the older man and tried to wedge herself in between him and the door. It was her job to keep things straight and this was how she had to do it sometimes considering the kids that went to school here. It was lucky for both of them really that the intercom beeped three times which meant and incoming message. When she brushed up against him, he reeled and jumped back in pain. He let out a long string of some Japanese equivalent American curse words. He looked angry and hurt. His arm, where she pressed against it was limp. Sometimes if he was overstimulated a set of muscles could shut down for a few seconds. "Ms. Blackmour, I apologize for any inconvenience, but I have sent a student down with a key-card to Hank's Narcotic cabinet for his personal medications that Hank makes for him. He should be down there soon. Guy Smith is his name and he is a thin white male with black hair and blue eyes. Please be on the lookout for him, and please, whatever you do, do not touch him." He said politely and ended with a, "Good day." Well. Wasn't this grand. He looked angry, and now smug. Guy wiggled his arm to get it to "wake up" and a few moments later it did, and returned to full functionality. That old man really seemed to be playing games with the kids. It was always after-the-fact when he interceded and it annoyed Ray at times, but he seemed to know what was going on even if she was still skeptical. Rayne took a few steps away from the medical cabinet and crossed her arms as she leaned against the counter, "I apologize... I didn't know." Xavier could have just as easily warned her mentally, but he must have been wondering if Ray could do the job that she was hired to do. Either that or he was getting to be very senile. She kept her gray eyes on Guy as he wiggled his arm a bit and wondered why she couldn't touch him. Was he toxic? Surely the Professor knew Rayne was somewhat immune to toxins. Maybe he was radioactive? With that thought, the young woman uncrossed her arms and slowly removed her gloves so she could toss them away. If he was radioactive, she'd want to go change and toss this shirt. Not cool. Not cool at all. He wasn't getting senile. He just liked to play with the intercoms. Yes, it was somewhat comical, but he liked them. It was great for school wide announcements too. Guy's eyebrows were still slanted. She was his least favorite person...ever. He slowly walked to the cabinet, and swiped his card again and the cabinet swung open. "See." he said as he pulled out a large hypodermic. "G-S P-R-F One," he read aloud as he put them in his bag and picked out a few more things in addition. "Guy Smith Pain Relief Formula 1-10" He read each one aloud. He saw her remove the gloves, and became angry. "Because I am not bad enough now." He pushed the button on his belt buckle and he returned to his natural purple form with antennae. "There, now you have reason to be disgusted." He said as the pain was visible in his eyes. Not physical pain, but emotional. It only took him a few more minutes to pack some things from the cabinet into the backpack he had brought downstairs with him. Rayne had tossed the gloves into one of the red biohazard bins before looking back up and her eyes meeting with a purple.... thing. Her eyes grew big for a moment, but she held the surprise all in because it wasn't like she hadn't seen funny colored people before. Hell, she worked for a giant, fuzzy lion-teddy bear-thing. What was so special about a purple alien when she ran specimens from green lizard kids and red bug people? Okay, exaggeration, but that was how it was around here. "You, sir, are ignorant and rude." She had a physical mutation as well, granted not anything like his, but still she understood the stares and gasps. Even if he didn't understand why she was taking her gloves off. "The Professor said not tah touch you. I didn't know why and so I was takin' off my gloves just in case you happened to be a contaminant." Radioactive, toxic, biological - anything like that could really hurt someone. He didn't feel bad. Most people didn't even come near him. "No. Well, I like how you jump to the worst conclusions. Perhaps I just don't like to be touched? You, ma'am, are certainly one to call me ignorant and rude. So, which would you rather be? The pot or the kettle?" He said as he pushed the inducer back on. "Mmm hmm... the ugly purple one must be contaminated. I have ultra sensitive nerves, which are part of my power. I have to have these to function or be in constant mind numbing pain, as of course I expect that you really don't care about." He said with a voice of indignation. "I can see why you spend time down here." He tried to adjust his backpack, but it was causing him more pain than good as it cut into his shoulder, but somehow he managed to get everything alright. He looked at her. She was incredibly gorgeous, but was probably the single most person who has ever made him angry, so he wouldn't admit it even under pain of death. "Well, excuse me!" Rayne raised a hand as she stared up at this person who was jumping on her for something she had hardly known about. It made her so angry that she almost couldn't find the words she needed to let this guy know just how mad she was, "But you need to understand that I knew absolutely nothin' about you being ugly or purple or havin' ultra sensitive nerves." Her teeth were starting to grind together every time she paused and had to think. This boy had her so upset that she was ready to turn around and just walk out. Walk away before he upset her to the point of tears. She hadn't meant to offend or hurt him. "I was doin' what happens to be my job. Besides that, I've been here for almost three years an' I've never even met you, Mr. Guy Smith. How tha hell would I know all these things 'bout you then?!" "That isn't my fault." He said blankly as he went back to the cabinet, and pulled another bottle out. "I forgot this...I can let you check it if you like?" He said as he walked over to the laser scanner in the corner of the room, and pulled out the hypodermics and the bottle, and placed them on the table next to him, and pushed the 'on' button and a bright blue laser light danced on the table as he scanned the barcodes on the needles. It made a beeping noise, just like a grocery store. He scanned the bottle, and the machine started beeping loudly. "INVALID ITEM REQUEST...INVALID ITEM REQUEST...INVALI.." The female voice repeated over and over again. "Shit." He muttered as he pulled the cards out and swiped one on the swipe card reader. "ITEM REQUEST DENIAL...OVERRULED." He smiled. He wasn't really sure he was supposed to take that, but it had his identification letters on it, which meant, really it was his. He shrugged and put the items in his bag and turned to leave, and faced her. "Well, it ain't mine either," Rayne muttered under her breath as she watched the older man fiddle with a few other things. She rolled her eyes as he smiled at her and looked away. She didn't like meeting new people like this and she wasn't about to acknowledge someone who had been entirely rude to her over something that she was supposed to do. It was her job to take care of things down here and he didn't seem to understand that, now did he. Idiot. "I'm sure I don't need to check anything else that you're taking," there was a hint of venom in her voice as she turned to slide past the young man and get back to her work. She had been stocking before and she needed to finish that now before the doc got back to his things. She had promised she'd have them done before it was too late. Normally, she wasn't ever this rude but he had really made her angry. "So... you can take your silly little potions an' go on." "I have a feeling that it is never your fault..." He said under his breath as he looked at her, and then felt incredibly guilty. He sighed loudly. It really wasn't her fault he was in so much pain, and she had after all only been doing her job. How was she to know? His eyes softened a little but didn't betray his feeling of guilt. He looked like he was about to apologize. He ignored her little jabs and waited for her to finish talking. "I'm..." He was going to apologize but she had hurt him a little with the potion bit. "I'm sorry to have bothered you..." He said a little dejectedly as he strode to the door with a sad frown as his hand wrapped around the keycard but fumbled them as his nerves were becoming more and more sensitive by the minute. "Shit." He whispered to himself. Rayne didn't know what to think about this guy who was storming in and then suddenly apologizing for being such a nuisance. He was weird. It seemed like most of the boys here were entirely too weird and it baffled her. He fiddled with the door and she pressed a button that was on the wall closest to her. Said button unlocked the door from the inside and was usually used when moving items from one lab to the other. "Just, next time," she sighed a bit as she began pulling gloves from a box, "Could you at least tell somebody what you're doin' and why you're here?" It was as close to an 'okay' as he was going to get from her. She felt bad for him and his "ultra-sensitive nerves." It wasn't pity, but it was a general feeling of sadness for someone who seemed so angry at the world for something that he couldn't help. "Thanks." He said as his head was lowered and ashamed. Not ashamed of how he had treated her so much as he was that he had to rely on someone else. It made him feel helpless. He didn't say anything as he exited both portions of the lab, and didn't realize that he had left one of his hypodermics on the table. Rayne continued her stocking for a good while before finding the hypodermic needle. Rather than trying to chase the man down, she simply replaced it back into the fridge that it had come out of. Better not let it go bad or she wouldn't hear the end of it, she was quite sure of that considering he'd have to come back for it eventually. |